Quincy Brown Imagines 🌹

~Baile II~

*Warning: This Imagine Contains Smut. Viewers Discretion Is Advised*

The music started, lights dim, the whole room quiet. Sensually and slowly I moved my arms up my body, taking my time as my hands clasped together behind my head as their destination. My right leg first, I slowly began to catwalk, my eyes packed with lust for the performance.

As I reached the center of the floor, sultrily, I swiveled down in a squat position, legs wide then with an abrupt close. The object of the game: tease the audience. Getting down on both of my knees, my back perfectly arched, I crawled forward, my eyes catching Quincy's brown ones.

Even in the dark I could notice just how much it seemed he wanted me. I decided to test the waters and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. I could tell he was smirking just with the playful glint in his eyes. The next position just a few counts away.

Moving from my knees, using my hands to push my body forward, tightening my abs for balance, I gracefully moved into a handstand. Giving everyone a show, my legs synced with the beat of the music as they slowly peeled apart into a spread-eagle position. I heard the shocked gasps and whistling of my teammates.

Confidently smirking as they couldn't see my face at the moment, I went on with the rest of the dance, no one able to anticipate my moves. By the end of the routine, when I looked up again, able to concentrate on everyone's reaction, I was sure that I saw Quincy's chest rising and falling a little faster than the average human being. As the rest of the girls ran up to me, chattering about how amazing I was, my eyes once again met Quincy's.

Fluttering my lashes a bit, I looked him up and down and bit my lip. I wish I had a camera at the moment to capture the look on his face. It's so fun teasing the person who gets on your nerves.

"All right, all right chicas," my attention drew to our coach. "You guys will be able to see the performance once again tomorrow so quit being annoying. Anyway, great job Elle! I'm so proud of you and I know you're going to kill it tomorrow, love! Group hug!" Everyone moved their sweaty bodies forward and threw their arms around each other. "Okay, practice is over! If you guys are hungry, let's head out to Sonic! My treat!" The whole team cheered.

On the other hand, I relayed to everyone else that I wanted to stay back, just to perfect my performance, to which they said I didn't need. However, I was a perfectionist. I walked into the girl's locker room area to use the bathroom and freshen up a bit. By the time I came back out, the whole room was cleared out except for one person. Quincy.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked him, genuinely curious.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk." He answered with a nonchalant shoulder shrug.

"Well you're talking," I countered, seemingly uninterested. Quincy arose from his spot on the bleachers, making his way towards me across the hard floor, I was able to hear the echo of his footsteps as it was only us two in here. He finally became within an arm span of me so I lifted my hand to signal him to continue with what he was saying.

"I wanted to ask you something earlier—" I groaned, already annoyed with the situation. The way he kept drawing things out was seriously bothering me today. It was almost as if he were nervous. Wait, Quincy, nervous? There must be something in the weather today.

"Okay, can you just get on with it, Quincy. I have something to do here," I persisted. I could see him almost have an internal battle within himself as if to contemplate if he really wanted to ask me whatever it was.

"Okay," he sighed, "I'm having a party later on tomorrow and I was wondering if you would like to come?" I was kinda expecting another insult of some sort, so to say that this surprised me was an understatement. Was Quincy low key asking me out?